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Friendly Addiction - Culture Is Not Tradition — It Means Showing Up

Don’t talk culture to me when you don’t have the emotional quotient that goes with it. When people speak about culture, they often point to traditions, religion, heritage, or social identity. But to me, culture is something far deeper than rituals or backgrounds. Culture is the act of showing up. It is the willingness to be present when no one else is there — when trauma is difficult to process, when loss creates an endless vacuum, when grief has the capacity to swallow the life out of someone. Culture reveals itself in the moments when life is at its most fragile. After death. After accidents. At funerals. During interventions. During rehabilitation. After emotional breakdowns. After panic attacks. After meltdowns. In such moments, human beings do not need lectures or explanations. They need presence. Souls need connection to face the unknown. Yet often people confuse culture with very different things. They measure culture by professional achievements, by the titles they hold ...

Keep Me

Keep me in your arm..
Underneath your charm.
Keep me in your eye..
Engraved in your sigh.

Keep me close to you..
Keep me as I doze off.
Keep me as I wake to find you..
Keep me as I chose to go blind without you.

Keep me in a whisper..
Keep me as a tear crisper..

Keep me as a secret..
Keep me hidden behind.
Keep me as the night before..
Keep me as the egoistic shore..

Deep into your soul..
Driving endless explore.

Keep me as an unread letter..
Keep me as the essence of an old sweater.

That brought warmth.

Keep me as the last summer..
Shimmering around the drummer.
When you sprung swinging…
While I was still clinging..


Keep me as the midnight moon..
Speechless distant but a sparkling tune.
Where we dance together..
Marching over endless sand dune.

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